There had to be some sort of rule against the amount of hours one could spend around their ex-girlfriend without going completely off their heads. Given the recentness of the break up, and given how he was pretty much meant to look in her direction for the better part of his work day, he’d been hoping for a little bit of a reprieve at night. Of course, with it being a work-related night, he perhaps should’ve guessed... Cameron’s eyes narrowed as he caught yet another glimpse of @vxrgcs chatting with some intern, or actor, or whoever that guy happened to be. Quite irrelevant, in his opinion. Was she touching him that way because she knew he was around? Not that he could bet any money on it but, with one casual move of her head, their eyes met across the room. He reacted as though he’d been zapped, lifting his empty cup for the drink he desperately needed, but had to walk up her way to refill. “Un-freaking-believable,” he grunted out, head shaking, gaze sweeping over the brunette as their distance lessened. “Excuse you.” And, did he really need to cut his way through them? Maybe so.